Author's note: Welp, here we go. My first fanfiction on this account, but not my first fic. This might be the first one in a really long time that I actually intend on finishing, though… heh… Anyway, this is obviously a Xemsai fiction, so if you hate yaoi or the gorgeous couple of Xemsai, leave. Why'd you even come, anyway? To yell at me? Free speech, bitches! .

If it's bad, I'm really sorry. My writing has suffered from the evil creature called high school. stabs it with a knife Anyway… cheers, I guess. o.o And also, I can't do the cool little "i" thing because my computer is just stupid. I'm sorry. Don't blame me, blame the computer. Hnn.

Disclaimer: All characters, worlds, etc. from this story are copyright from Square Enix's Kingdom Hearts II. I don't own them. Doesn't that suck?

WARNING: Mature yaoi, hardcore stuff, violence, cursing, all that jazz. Will contain lemon.

Rated M. Don't come crying to me when you see this kind of stuff, you all asked for it, got it memorized? -gets shot for using Axel's line for the hundredth time-

Chapter One: Beginnings

In every world, there is a Light and a Dark. In some places, the light is at it's strongest, but in others, the darkness roams free. It's an eternal war between the two, both fighting but neither winning. Both are everywhere, evening each other out so that neither would reign supreme over the other.

But there had never been as much darkness as there was now.

A pair of golden eyes wandered, searching for something—or somewhere—to go to. But there was nothing. Nothing as far as the eye could see. There was no light in this world, only cold, hating darkness. Scary, isn't it? It would seem as though the dark would throw anyone into a black oblivion, but to this figure… he could almost see everything. Every long, dreadful second that past brightened up his world bit by bit, until he was fully aware of his strange surroundings.

He was in a large city, but it seemed almost abandoned. There was nothing in these desolate streets, not even a speck of dust. Odd, shouldn't at least something be out here? The lights in the apartment windows were all turned on, though; some flickering, others forever shining. It made the man wonder if he was truly alone or not, because why else would the lights be on? This new world was all very strange to him, and a horrible feeling grew in the pit of his stomach. Why was the city abandoned? Was it corrupted by some insane government? Evacuated by a life-threatening disease? Taken over? The thoughts raced through his head, scaring him more and more. He took a deep breath to himself, trying to give himself a little pep talk to knock him out of this scared state.

"Come on Ais, snap out of it. Nothing bad is going to happen to you," he murmured quietly to himself. "This is probably just a dream… yeah, just a dream, don't fret, you're fine." Ais sighed, running a large hand through his hair to calm himself down. A few locks of hair fell in front of his face, and the man paused to inspect them. How strange; they weren't as brown as he remembered them being… they actually weren't brown at all. They were… blue? Ais almost stumbled backwards, terrified of his own hair. "Oh holy shit, who the hell dyed my hair? When I find the bastard who did this, I'll kill him for sure," he mumbled quietly, a bit angry. Ais had always loved his magnificent brown hair, and was outraged at the fact that it was blue. Who had blue hair, anyway?

Ais sighed and shook his head, getting the thoughts out of his head. Never mind about his stupid hair, what about his location? He still needed to find that out… The city had grown larger with every second until his eyes were in complete focus, and the world could not get any brighter. Ais, after realizing the city wasn't going to get any bigger, finally figured that it was time to go traveling, find out where he was. He tried to stand up, wincing at the pain from muscle fatigue. Damn, he didn't know he was hurt! How did that happen, anyway? Was he attacked? Was he attacking someone, but failed?

"What is going on!?" he asked himself in confusion. He wanted answers, but didn't know where to turn to. How was he going to—

Wait.

Stop.

There was a noise… footsteps. Two pairs of footsteps, actually. Ais suddenly got nervous from the noise, who were these people? Were they friends or enemies? He would've decided not to find that out and just run for it, but his whole lower body felt numb for god knows what reason. The blue haired stranger went very still as the two came into view, and what a strange sight they were! They both had long, black cloaks on, almost reaching the ground. One of the figures had his hood up, revealing his face, while the other's hood was down. The man's black hair was pulled behind him in a ponytail, and it had a few grey streaks in it. His eyes were a striking yellow, but they had a bit of a playful look in them.

The strange yellow-eyed man was talking to the other, using his hands as exaggerations throughout whatever he was saying. The hooded figure seemed a bit bothered by the conversation, but made no effort to stop it. They were about to turn the corner of the street they were currently on when the hooded one suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking directly at Ais. The two of them stopped in their tracks, quickly holding a conversation between themselves.

At this point, Ais was trying to do anything he could to get away from these people. They definitely didn't seem like the nicest people in town, and Ais wasn't willing to find out if they were. Slowly, very slowly, he attempted to drag himself out of the streets and away from the two figures. He hissed loudly in the sharp pain in his legs, and both cloaked men immediately stopped talking to look at the escapee.

In a hurry, the black haired man rushed over to Ais, the other figure following behind. The first of the two knelt down to Ais' height, a look of confusion clearly etched on his face. "Well well, what do we got here? Someone who doesn't belong?" he asked with a bit of a frown. "What's your name, buddy?"

Ais glared at the two figures, narrowing his eyes slightly. He didn't like the sound of the man's voice; it was too… what was the right word, laid-back? Lazy? He wasn't sure how to put it, he just disliked the man's voice. "Isn't it common to say your name before I reveal mine?"

Blackie (Ais' nickname for the man until he knew his name) gave a long whistle, his frown, turning into a smirk. "Well what are you now, some show-off smartass? Listen, I don't really care what you think is 'common'; I asked you your name, so say it, dude!'

The hooded figure behind Blackie sighed, shaking his head at the idiotic speech. Blackie seemed to have just ignored it, still looking at Ais for an answer. Said man rolled his eyes, figuring that it might be easier to just say it and get on with whatever the two of them were planning on doing.

"Ais," he answered quietly.

"Ais, eh? Weird name, but I guess that's all right. Now then, what in Nothing's name are you doing here? How'd you end up in this place, anyway?"

Ah, the question with no answer. Ais merely shrugged, getting a sigh from Blackie. "Won't tell us? Tsk tsk, that won't go too well with the Superior, now will it?"

Superior?

"What should we do with him, Vexen?"

The hooded man simply looked down at Ais, almost wondering the same thing. "The Superior might have a few ideas, I suppose." Now, here was a voice that Ais liked; it was calmer than Blackie's, and it sounded like he actually knew what he was doing.

"How lame, I would've liked to kill this guy. Might've actually been some fun around here, since there's nothing else to do," Blackie replied with a bored tone.

"Kill me?!" Ais barked angrily, snarling. "What have I done that makes you want to kill me?" This was all happening too fast; who were these people?! Ais looked back and forth between the two men, glaring viciously. There was something inside of him… almost acting on its own, completely against Ais' will. It seemed just like more power, just waiting to escape and be revealed. This new feeling, although unknown to the blunette, wanted out. And he was so willing to give into this new power source.

Blackie immediately jumped up, almost gracefully. He and the hooded man both looked at each other, very confused now. "Quick, Xigbar," the hooded man said, "knock him out. We need to bring this… person, to my lab, I would like to see what this man is capable of doing."

"Good, I can have some fun, finally," Blackie—or Xigbar—said with a smirk. Ais, though, was almost ready to attack Xigbar with full force, but he had already summoned his weapons—what the hell were they, guns?—took aim at Ais and fired.

With a sharp hit to the head from the gun-like object, Ais once again greeted the cold darkness with open arms.

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